Yet your wounds bleed real You fight the Shadow of Death Distant form, drawing into sight A man draws near With no armor for the fight Death thrusts
niggaz might snatch yo' necklace And next these niggaz might jack yo' Lexus Somebody tell these niggaz who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
the crowd The waves of people in Chinatown Can't get behind this mystery Do you believe everything you see Just a shadow in the streetlight Just a shadow
shadow of death is I fear no evil 'cause I'm protected No weapon formed against me shall prosper 'Cause I'm walking with the Heavenly Father And I do believe
even through the afternoon In the dawn, ah, book of songs So, I'm wondering off through the wilderness Somewhere in the valley of the shadow of death
the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
reach destiny When death calls, just an evil it's burning in my eyes Get into my dreams I'll be there haunting your desperate mind Don't believe in fate
foundations Reflections in our eyes Unless, we look deep within It's believing only lies Shadows cast in likeness Stretching with the sun Like the fear of death
Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button
In town Something in the way of things Something that will quit and won't start Something you know but can't stand Can't know, get along with like death
Or been in the seance to invoke Many who see don't believe Because they chose naivety (Chorus) Don't you know that ghosts exist? Do you believe in
the séance to invoke Many who see don't believe Because they chose naivety (Chorus) Don't you know that ghosts exist? Do you believe in
, playin' me close Rollin' with the dogs wearin' yesterdays clothes Left a fouled sin into my squad without permission I started dissin', hopin' you listen Pay attention Fatheresly, the shadow
a weapon on my waist within arm's reach, that's my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat, yes, though i walk through the valley in the shadows of death
Yeah I'mma kill one of you young punks With a old school flow Though I walk through the shadow of death I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die (Pimp) Now as I walk through the valley with the shadows of death My homies gone so I'm
